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Cam followed Connor’s gaze to her own stomach. She had just been sick, and the thought that
he might assume she was pregnant seemed absurd to her. She couldn’t help but snicker, “Mr.
Connor, you don’t actually think I’m expecting, do you?”
Connor’s eyebrows knitted together tightly, his expression turning a shade paler.
“Mr. Connor, do you think I’m out of my mind? Would I take blockers instead of contraceptives? It
was just a reflex to the green onions I ate this morning, not morning sickness.”
Connor’s face darkened ominously, sending a shiver down Cam’s spine.
“The light’s green,” Cam pointed out.
With a sharp turn, Connor expertly maneuvered the steering wheel, his arm muscles tensing visibly.
Cam clutched her seatbelt tightly, barely daring to breathe.
Connor gripped the steering wheel firmly with one hand, his fingers clenching it tightly, while his
other hand casually rested on the window sill, his chin propped up by his bent fingers, his face
expressionless.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Cam asked, “If I really were pregnant, what would you do?”
Connor blinked, his lips pursed, clearly unsure.
“Keep it or not?”
“Keep it.”
“Would you marry me?”
“I’d take responsibility.”
Cam chuckled softly, a hint of self–mockery in her voice, “Using the child to climb the social
ladder? I’m not that naive. Two people who don’t love each other getting married just because of a
child is the ultimate irresponsibility.”
Raising an eyebrow, she continued, “So, Mr. Connor, rest assured, I won’t be having your
illegitimate child. As for anyone else, I wouldn’t
know.”
Hearing this, Connor felt an inexplicable emptiness and rummaged through his pockets.
“Looking for a smoke?”
“Yeah.”
“There’s a convenience store around the corner. Pull over, and I’ll go buy some,” Cam suggested,
pointing ahead.
The car pulled over, and Cam headed straight into the convenience store. “I’ll take a pack of
cigarettes, this brand, and a lighter, please.”
As Cam was about to pay, Connor handed over the card.
“They didn’t have your usual brand, so make do.”
“Alright, let’s grab some breakfast too,” Connor suggested, pointing at the food disy.
“You want some breakfast?”
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Connor nodded.
“Two servings of toasts. Please, separate them.”
Cam nced at the counter and picked up a box of candy, “Is this the only vor of Jelly Beans
left? I haven’t been able to find the orange vortely.”
“They’ve discontinued it, no moreing,” the cashier shrugged.
“You are too old to like sweets. Aren’t you worried about cavities?” Connormented as he ced
a bottle of milk and a bottle of water on the counter, taking the candy from her hands.
Cam wrinkled her nose and snatched the candy back, cing it on the.cashier’s desk. “I’ll treat
you to breakfast.”
Connor picked up the water and the packed breakfast and got back into the car, “You start eating. I’ll
have a smoke.”
Cam took a big bite of the beef ball sneaking nces at Connor at the designated smoking area.
He stood casually, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette, gently drawing in a breath
of smoke and then slowly exhaling, seemingly releasing his emotions. His gaze, through the thin
veil of smoke, appeared somewhat lost and profound.
He must be relieved, Cam thought.
After a moment, Connor made a call. “Hi, Mr. Connor, what can I do for you?”
“Do you guys produce a candy called Jelly Beans?”
*Jelly Beans? Sounds familiar, the snack department is my brother’s responsibility, I’ll ask him for
you.”
“Thanks, I’m looking for the orange vor.”
Connor pressed the cigarette butt down until it waspletely extinguished before slowly opening
the car door and getting back
inside.